"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
After swinging the Double Mace three tis in succession, Xu Ming found himself at a disadvantage against the wind.
He was surprised to find that his best level of power was suppressed by the opponent.
As soon as they exchanged blows, he realized he was no match for the person in front of him.
Therefore, Xu Ming sensibly switched to pure defense, both to protect himself as much as possible and to give the opponent more space to display.
Lin Shuyou did not disappoint Xu Ming; while continuing to swing the Double Mace, his figure flickered constantly, changing position.
Under the moonlight, shadows appeared, which made it look to the naked eye as though Lin Shuyou was attacking Xu Ming from all directions.
Every ti, Xu Ming used his wooden arm to block, which cracked repeatedly but kept regenerating, its vitality seemingly endless, efficiently spreading to where it should.
Lin Shuyou could only marvel inwardly at how resilient this guy was, giving him the feeling of facing Run Sheng.
The difference was that Run Sheng was not only resilient but also more aggressive in attacking.
This guy was only half of Run Sheng.
Child: "His legs are stuck in the Earth God, check what's going on below."
Lin Shuyou paused his attack, swinging one mace not at Xu Ming but at the ground in front of him.
"Boom!"
The soil exploded, revealing roots originating from Xu Ming's feet, secretly extending and absorbing the nearby plants' life force to replenish.
Even though Lin Shuyou's attacks caused Xu Ming to consu more than replenish, it greatly prolonged the ti.
Lin Shuyou chanted a spell, releasing clusters of cold, black energy from his body, so entering the ground, others condensing on the Double Mace.
As the attacks continued, Xu Ming found his wooden arm blackening, and the roots beneath his feet withering, significantly reducing the speed at which he could absorb nearby life force.
The child's thods naturally included this life-cutting skill, sothing he, as a forr Ghost King, excelled at.
Beads of sweat appeared on Xu Ming's face, as the situation rapidly deteriorated, disturbing his inner calm.
Fortunately, four energies were detected approaching from behind, as if anxious that both parties in battle couldn't attend, the bird in the sky issued an eerie cry.
Child: "Their people are here."
Lin Shuyou: "Should we retreat?"
Child: "Seems missing sothing, not refined enough."
Lin Shuyou: "Then should we stab once?"
The child didn't respond, implying agreent.
Lin Shuyou deliberately reduced the force of this mace, hitting Xu Ming just a little, with most falling around, raising a cloud of leaves and dust to obscure the view.
He then took out two talisman needles, stabbing them into his own body.
The pain instantly surged, along with the Divine Power within.
"Bang!"
A mighty mace slamd down.
Xu Ming's defense was already riddled with holes under the child's skill assault, and this strike, several tis stronger than before, completely shattered all his defenses.
Lin Shuyou didn't intend to kill him, but before leaving, he deliberately used a mace to dig a pit beside Xu Ming's head as he lay on the ground.
He could spare his life, but left evidence showing he could have killed him.
When Zhao Yi and others arrived, the dust was just dispersing, revealing Xu Ming in an extrely battered state, his limbs paralyzed and twitching, blood constantly dripping from his mouth.
Zhao Yi hadn't expected Xu Ming couldn't last even a cigarette's ti.
The obvious pit beside Xu Ming's head seed like a mocking taunt aid at Zhao Yi and the whole team.
Liang Yan: "This is humiliation."
Liang Li: "It needs retribution."
Zhao Yi: "He didn't kill anyone."
Liang Yan: "We don't have to kill him either."
Liang Li: "Let's dig a hole like this too."
Purple marks appeared on the twin sisters' faces, like a power sealed within, stirred by anger, becoming uncontrollable.
They're Zhao Yi's strongest card at the mont.
Precisely because of their addition, Zhao Yi completely transitioned his original two subordinates, naly Xu Ming and Sun Yan, into supportive roles.
Zhao Yi believed that if the sisters truly acted, they'd undoubtedly create massive tidal effects.
Yet he was still Zhao Yi; rationality always topped.
He reached out, lightly slapped his cheek.
"Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!"
The sisters looked at him puzzled.
"Outmatched and beaten, that's fitting."
Speaking, Zhao Yi stepped to stamp back the deliberately dug pit.
"The other side seems intending to ally with us."
Liang Yan: "Are you comforting yourself?"
Liang Li: "We won't laugh at you."
Zhao Yi rubbed his forehead, analyzing the remaining battle vibes and technique traces at the scene, yet he couldn't figure out the opponent's identity, couldn't even determine the sect's style.
Xu Ming not recognizing was normal, but Zhao Yi, at least a collector of rare dostic collections, couldn't see anything, which was quite problematic.
"Damn, might this be soone suddenly appearing from a hidden sect?"
Liang Yan: "Hidden sects aren't completely mysterious in your Jiujiang Zhao eyes; we're a hidden family but you found us and took us."
Liang Li: "Unless they've secluded for a thousand years, they'd fade traces of existence. Hidden sects not appearing for a millennium... they exist but not in human form, losing walking privileges."
Zhao Yi: "Who knows, maybe their place flooded, isolating them until recently surfacing."
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